RevolutionRegina PuckettThese idiots in powerDo nothing but devourOur sense of confidenceWith their vain arroganceHow easily they all forgetThey owe this nation a huge debtAnd even more to each soldier and vetFor their honor, blood and sweatEach congressman and senatorShould cease being a manipulatorAnd be his state’s protector and guardianInstead of the constant politicianI foresee an awakening and a revolutionAnd a demand for an upholding of this nation’s constitution

Dream QuestsRegina PuckettDreams are often made of sand and artA virtual banquet of the mind and heartThey twist and turn with each uncertain thoughtInto quests where every battle is foughtWith the memories we have stowed awaySo at night we can run, scream, love or play

Astonished CriesRegina PuckettI floated in with the fog and smokeConcealed by its white, delicate cloakI drifted in to claim my precious prizeOf startled gasps and astonished criesWho goes there and please not yetI have no idea why they’re so upsetThey knew this day would come somedayI wonder why they didn’t stop to pray

Nightly LullabiesRegina PuckettTucked under a blanket and wishing he was out of sightHe pretends he’s in bed while trying to shut out the lightHe made a bed last night out of an old, hard park benchHis lullabies were complaints about his presence and stenchJust because everyone tries to pretend he’s not really hereHe’s not deaf and can clearly hear each taunt and sneerThis would never be his first choice as a shelter after darkBut since losing everything his home is now the city parkHe’s a daily object of pity, criticism, hopelessness and shameWhile we all point our fingers as we decide who is to blame

An unintentional slip of tongueThree words that stabbed and stungThere was an inhale of breathA slow and unnecessary deathOf a friendship that was disrespectedA broken heart obscenely neglectedIt exposed the darkest corner of your heartThose three words that tore us apart

The World is a CircusRegina PuckettThe world is a circus without all of the pretty tentsA daily series of appalling, inexcusable, shady eventsThe clowns in power hide behind their painted, happy grinsThinking that will be enough to cover their many corrupt sinsCrafting deadlines they never, ever really plan on meetingCreating needless stress as they go about their cheatingI say off with their heads and let them eat moldy cakeThese politicians who are excessive and so very fake